Problematic

The child of Death curled up in the prison she was being kept. A small den, mainly blocked with a boulder for the moment, let in only a minuscule amount of light. Elpis wasn’t sure who had taken her, or why… only that they didn’t seem to be all that nice. She missed her daddies… her brother… The little one gave a soft whimper. She didn’t like it here where it was dark… didn’t like it where she couldn’t get to see the sunlight or run and play when she wanted… Not to mention she was really, really hungry!

How long had it been since she was brought here? How long had it been since she last had something to eat? With another whimper Elpis crawled to her paws and moved over to the boulder, pressing against it with a small yelp. “Let me out of hereeeee!!!”